Full Moon Fever
Author's Notes: This is a story in response to a challenge posted on a forum.
"C'mon Sammy. Hadmore visions yet?" Dean asked, loudly slurping his soup in their motel room.
"Nope."
"Oh geez, it's been a week. We need more leads on the demon… Sam? Sammy!? Are you alright?" Dean asked, alarmed and excited, as Sam clutched his head in pain.
"Sam?!" Dean cried.
He started to laugh.
"Gotcha good Dean!"
"Bitch!" Dean said through gritted teeth, slapping the table in frustration.
"C'mon, this is serious."
"Relax."
"No. I'm…I'm worried about you man. Your psychic powers have just stopped outta nowhere and…" Dean trailed off.
"Dean? What is it?"
"The moon."
"What about it?" Sam asked, confused. Dean rushed to his bag where he kept their Dad's journal.
"There was something…somewhere…" Dean flicked through the pages and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Here." Dean pointed.
"What?"
"Before Dad…you know…he printed this off. It's a list of all the full moons over the next 3 years to help keep track of Werewolf attacks. There's a full moon tonight." Dean explained.
"Werewolves? You don't think…" Dean stared at him.
"Nah, c'mon."
"It's possible Sammy. Remember the last hunt? That werewolf bit you."
"Oh c'mon. It didn't even break the skin."
"Maybe you're right… You're not getting hair anywhere else, right?" Dean joked.
"Dean. I am NOT a Werewolf."
"Okay, just checking. You still can't take a joke, can you?"
"Oh, shut up." Sam tackled Dean onto the bed and wrestled with him playfully.
The lights flickered and went out. The moon's light shone through the window and onto the bed.
Sam sat up and rubbed his head.
"Sam?"
"Dean… I feel really…weird."
"Sam?!" Dean cried as Sam doubled over in pain. He passed out.
When Sam awoke, Dean was standing over him.
"Sam? Are you okay?"
"Yeah…I'm fine." Dean helped him up.
"You don't want to eat me?" Dean said jokingly.
"No, wh-…Aaah!" Sam caught his reflection in the mirror.
He had a hairy snout, pointed ears on the top of his head and buck teeth.
"What?! No. No, no, no, no, no, no." Sam examined his face. Dean was practically rolling around on the floor in hysterics.
"Yeah. Ha ha. Very funny. Look at this! I look awful!" Sam pointed to his face.
"You look like a weird ass animal cross between a buck tooth rabbit and dog! But I wouldn't be worried about that." Dean giggled as he pointed to his backside.
"What? Oh, no way!" Sam realized he also had a tail. Dean laughed even harder. Sam sat on the bed, miserable. Dean wiped away his tears and tried to go into comfort mode.
"Let's go to sleep. I'm here for you and I always will be… Well, unless you decide to eat me during the night, or attempt to, with those teeth!" Dean laughed.
Sam pulled a face.
"G'night, Sammy chipmunk."
"Shut up."
Sam went to sleep and woke up in the morning to find that he had returned to normal.
"Yes! Woo hoo!" Sam jumped around happily.
"Wow. You really don't remember a thing." said Dean.
"Wait, what?"
"Last night."
"What about it."
"Well, you were complaining that you'd never look the same again and then you decided to go for a midnight snack."
"Oh no."
"You took one step out into the moonlight, fainted like a girl and your face and butt went back to normal. Quite funny actually." Dean explained drinking his coffee.
Sam had a confused look on his face.
"I guess that the Werewolf bite wasn't enough to turn you into a complete Werewolf and that's why you had…" Dean started to laugh again.
"So no one got hurt, right?"
"Nope. Not with those teeth, Sammy chipmunk. Got a bit of a ring to it doesn't it? The only thing that was damaged was your reputation."
The End